Our once upon a time
Forever & always;
Imperceptibly slipping
Through the cracks
Each day, simply hiding
Behind the comfort,
All the memories of
Our love and connection.
.
Our journey has ended, as those
Memories transform into pain.
I understand that this twist
Waited, quietly observing,
Gathering evidence. Now all
The pain we ignited has erupted,
Polluting our sickening plot.
.
Our story was never ending;
We once agreed. Then
Cut short like a dull and
Quick roulette game.
We both pulled at the trigger,
Risking details for a difference,
For a sliver of adventure.
All for our own instant rush.
.
How did this tale become
So unfamiliar, so eerie.
.
I have become a
Complete stranger here.
The feeling of suffocating
While falling down this
Never ending nightmare
Hunts me. I need to escape.
I need to find my own story.
About the Creator
Amelia Davis
"You're mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds, you can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds."
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